In the Modern World Anyone can Find You

Today I got my mail and there was a missive from pony club. Wow - as a child I was in the ponyy club that was under the aegis of the Pickering Hunt Club, and I still have my metal badge (worn on our hunt caps) and patch (I think worn on the shoulder but I misremember). The last time I went to a pony club meeting was in... 1968? 1967? You might understand that I was surprised to receive that letter (not even a begging letter). Inside, as well as my name and phone number, there was the name of the pony club to which I'd last belonged. I think they could find me because I have the same name; I've always thought the idea of a woman changing her surname upon marriage to be an awful thing as no one, ever after, can find you (and maybe that's the point).